Butterfly
butterfly,
what makes you free?
why are you here
just watching me?
butterfly,
im trapped here
behind this window
with nothing but cold fear
butterfly?
can you rescue me?
can you make me one of you
and at last make me free?
butterfly,
with your freedom on a crown
flitting with your freeness
on wings of black and brown
butterfly!
i feel cold death
he's right beside me
stealing my last breath
butterfly...
when my time is over
take my soul beside you
finally make me free
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